What is the purpose of life?
Is it simply to toil in a world of strife?

Will my life's meaning stay hidden, unclear?
Could it be simple, uncluttered, sincere?

Is life meant to be lonely, or is it to be filled?
Could living only be meant for the strong willed?

With my purpose unknown, I feel lost, all alone
My heart is quite empty, my soul has no home

Are we all important or should life wither away?
Truth be told, I don't care either way.

END OF PURPOSE
BY: LuckyS7ven